Cobra Kai S6 / happiness is a butterfly

But there are moments, walking, when I catch a glimpse of myself in the window glass,
say, the window of the corner video store, and
I'm gripped by a cherishing so deep for my own
blowing hair, chapped face, and unbuttoned coat
that I'm speechless:
I am living. I remember you.

What the Living Do, Marie Howe